Not as a little girl being chauffeured to school, and not as a grown woman commuting to work. But Monday mornings were especially brutal when you had to leave Hudson Chase asleep in your bed. Naked. The image of him sprawled across her mattress had stayed with her all day. With one arm thrown over his head and one leg bent to the side, all six foot three inches of him were a sight to behold. But it was the nine inches laying heavy across his lower abs that had her wanting to crawl back into bed. She would have given anything to draw the curtains, turn off the phones, and spend the entire day showing her new husband just how much she craved him. But instead she merely pressed a soft kiss to his forehead as she was about to head out the door. He’d blinked up at her, his gorgeous blue eyes cloudy with sleep. “Come back to bed,” he’d drawled. “I need to head to work so the dynamic duo out front will leave their post.”
